The Reality of You and I

You were once The freshly painted red lips The kind I like to flaunt The thick black liner That merged into a delicate wing The first puff of smoke Traversing smoothly down my throat That first shot of rum and many to come When it feels like a great idea That Ah-mazing bodycon dress Which…

Dear Mermaid

Dear Mermaid, I might seem like a foolish little child, talking to an imaginary friend. But I believe you’re somewhere out there. Concealed ever so perfectly in the deepest darkest trenches of the ocean. But here’s something I need to tell you before it’s too late. As a well wisher and a fan, you need…

I See You

You know I see you. Every time you get all dressed up and click a mirror selfie which you later scrutinize and delete. Every time you come so close to me to have a second look at your scars and then feel hopeless about them. Every time you have a ‘good hair day’ when you…

Of Wishes and Dreams…

I wish all mornings would begin with a hot cup of Kahwa filled to the brim With the steam dissipating into the atmosphere And the colours of the concoction turning from honey to amber. I wish all afternoons would swiftly transmute into naps With me wrapped in my blanket like a burrito And the delicate…

I Destroy…

That’s just what I do, that’s simply who I am I destroy. A flip and a smile is all it takes To reel you in for your destruction. As you’re intently glued to The facade of winged liners and carefree smiles. The monster lurks along these blind spots Waiting for her moment to strike. Everyone’s…

The Real Truth About Inspiration

Inspiration strikes anywhere. It’s not always about those warm cups of coffee when the raindrops are gently trickling down the window panes, Or the cool breeze on a hot summer afternoon, Or even the mugs of hot chocolate topped with vanilla infused whipped cream on your freezing winter nights. Real inspiration hits you, hard and…

Life is Beautiful

Life is beautiful. Before death. Just before death. In these last moments of heavy sighs and breathlessness, As the life is slowly, gently seeping out of your body Reaching to the roots of your origin, Life is beautiful then. Your personal movie Playing right in front of your eyes- The celebrations and achievements, The happiest…

Those Flight of Stairs…

I was thinking about those flight of stairs that I’ll never climb again When sadness hits me like a wave, sudden and strong But it’s all calm again, as the wave recedes into nostalgia The memories of those stairs and beyond, The feeling of poems I’ve read I wish I could unread only to feel…

Fresh ‘love’ 

I love how fresh love feels,  Like a dry towel after a bath,  Or a fresh pair of socks on a rainy day.  I love new romances The giggles And the conversations that go on forever,  With telephone calls lasting all night long.  Remember the first time he called you darling?  You turned crimson And…

Process of Poetry. 

Poets make poetry like they make love.  It begins slow, And then all at once. . We let the words  Linger on our lips  For a few seconds too long. . We find that spot And hit it.  Once, twice and thrice,  Till you feel it. . We find that rhythm,  Which originates from within, …

Not. Worth. It.

Not. Worth. It. How many nights have you gone to bed, with tears streaming from your eyes, mouthing the three words? Not. Worth. It. How many times have you wondered what went wrong before you convinced yourself that it’s Not Worth It? Just how many attempts have you made to find something redeemable till you…

My Superpower. 

I’m no wonder woman or supergirl,  Neither am I poison ivy.  But I too, have a superpower,  The kind you don’t find in comic books,  The one that makes grown men cry.  It’s been hiding in plain sight, Difficult to sense,  But felt by all?  I couldn’t go all Clark Kent on it.  Neither did…